Vanessa's POV:
It's been about a week, I'm starting to doubt Harry and Marcel is coming for me. I am so stupid for thinking they were coming to save me. I mean, I kissed BOTH of them! "Jesus, Vanessa how stupid are you?!" I think to myself. For the past week, the tall figure has been hitting, scratching, kicking, and punching me. There isn't much I can do to defend myself because I'm still tied to the chair. I have bruises, cuts, and I bet I lost about 3 pounds because the figure hasn't been feeding me. The figure leaves every night to go to his house. During the day he is in the dim-lighted room with me. He is always sitting at his desk doing god knows what, but when he gets frustrated, he makes his way to the dark, lonely corner I'm sitting (tied) in and yells and screams at me. I start thinking about Harry and Marcel never coming and I let the silent tears flow freely from my damp eyes. The figure said something to me. "What?" I ask quietly. "I said you have one free phone call,but you can't call the police or I will kill you, tell me when you want to call someone, and i will give you the phone and leave" he said. Oh my god a free phone call?! I have to make this count, but who will I call?
